"Anything happened over there?" Sarah asked her little spy at the mansion.
It was dinner time at the main house and Vivian was having it with the chairman over there. Honey accompanied her, so Mari was left alone in the annex--a perfect moment for a regular report.
[Oh, it had become so tense, Miss!] Mari whispered into the phone, sounding more excited than worried. [It's like a battlefield over there!]
"Is that so?" Sarah tapped her smiling lips while leaning back on her new massage chair. "Tell me everything about everyone."
In an energetic whisper, Mari began to tell Sarah about how tense and awkward the occasional dining time was. How everyone didn't seem to have much appetite except for the pregnant lady blessed by the absence of morning sickness. The chairman, especially, could only stomach a little bit of food--which reminded Sarah that the old man also didn't eat much during their lunch.
